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Skiing was fabulous. We went to a mountain village and skifield called Bardonnecchia which, because it was Friday and so people were working or at school, was basically empty. You would ski down and maybe see thirty people maximum as you went. There were two chairlifts on our part of the field - the lower one was a four person one, and the upper one sat two people. I was skiing with Amedeo and the boys from the top chair, but then we got to the bottom of that chair (where it met up with the top of the bottom left) we split up so that I could go to the bathroom (didnt consider the time it wakes to go to the loo when wearing a one piece snow suit and four thermals), and they went to the top again.
BAD IDEA. When I was ready to head back down the mountain, I saw that there were a few different pistes that you could take. Typically, I took the Olympic one (Bardonnecchia was used for the 2005 winter games). I was 100% terrified that I would fall down the mountain, which of course I did but instead of just falling, I actually quite literally slid head first down the slope for about 300m, while some Italian ass just watched as I screamed. It didn't hurt (except my ego because it was right in front of the ski school kids) but it was insanely frightening.
Anyway, we started skiing at about 9:30am, and stopped at about 3:30pm with only a little lunch break. We all have very sore legs and feet today...
Anyway, I must go and pack - ROME TOMORROW! I managed to find the recommended gelato shop by the Pantheon online, so I'm pretty much sorted.
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